I get Zack out of the elevator and put him against a wall so he won't bleed out too much, before getting his scythe, which I put next to him.
He groans and opens his eyes while I was observing his wound a bit more closely.
-Are we there yet? Let's go then.
-You can't go on like that! Rest a bit!
-I'm fine! This stupid cut won't be the end of me.
He tries to get up, creating a huge pool of blood on the ground. He sat back as soon as he got up.
-Shit!
-You need to rest! I will look for some medicine to stop the bleeding. But please, don't move!
I don't really know what to look for but I need to do something.
-You're planning to walk around like that, all alone, when there's a psycho who wants to kill you on this floor? Leave me two minutes and I'll be ready!
He tries to get up again but this time, I force him down by pushing on his shoulders.
-You. Stay. Here.
My voice is colder than I would like it to be but it's effective.
-Go on... But if anything happens, scream. I'll come right away.
"Right..."
He closes his eyes and groans softly.
I make sure that he is sleeping before going through the corridor. The air is weird. The blood smell is mixed with a sweet scent, which makes me sleepy and seems quite familiar.
-It's a really weird floor...
An ink bottle has been left on the ground. I take it, it can be useful.
I turn at an intersection and end up in a church. I walk in the middle of the room. I need medicine but they can't be in a church.
The scent gets stronger and stronger and my head starts to hurt. Before I could realize it, I got in a totally different place. In a very small room with a mirror. Bloody scriptures appear slowly on the glass.
-Look at yourself. Are you a sacrifice, a lost sheep... Or a demon?
I don't answer anything and watch the bloody letters disappear before some other appear take their place.
-The only thing God wants is that you don't lie.
-I don't understand. I see my reflection. It's me. Just me.
The letters disappeared again and another sentence appears on the mirror.
-Are you ignorant? Or do you hide the real you? You are here in the confessional. To find a way out, collect your pieces and discover the true you.
The miror breaks in a hundred pieces, without hurting me. I take a piece of glass and some new bloody sentences appear on the mirror frame.
-Confess your sins. And if you don't know them, destroy yourself and let them out.
-That doesn't make any sense.
The mirror disappeared like the whole room. Three purple walls, apparently made of gas, imprison me, with a painting on each one of them. A snake, a running man and a hunter.
-This is your confessionnal. Confess your sins.
-Who's there?
-Remember. God wants you without artifice nor lies. Find the true you and find redemption for your mistakes.
I turn around but there's nothing. Where does that voice come from then? And why keeping me busy while I'm looking for medicine to save Zack?
I'm in another room again. This floor gets more and more bizarre. I'm in front of a painting of a sheep family.
-Why not joining us Ray?
-Stop looking at this painting and join us Ray. We will be a happy family. Just us three!
-Who are you?
The two beings turn around me a bit before saying with one voice:
-We are your parents of course!
-It's not right. My parents are dead.
-We are here though? Isn't it a proof?
I use the piece of glass to slash the painting in two. A shot of blood gets out of it but changes into some purple gas that evaporates quickly.
The room changes again and I come back to the church, in front of an angel painting put on a huge organ.
The organ starts playing a'd the sound freezes me for a bit, far too loud for my eardrums.
After getting used to the music, I keep walking to the angel painting. A scripture, in bloody letters again, says:
-Why don't you repent? Do you think you can be forgiven by God? If you still seek salvation, then reveal the true sin in this place.
The true sin... It must be defiling the angel. I take the ink bottle, uncap it and throw it on the painting. But instead of the black stain I was waiting for, the bottle leaves a huge crismon trace on the wings and clothes of the angel.
The sweet scent which was already here earlier intensifies and fill the air. I hear footsteps behind me and a husky voice asking:
-Who are you?
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The Girl and The Murderer
Fanfiction⚠️Sex content, bad language and violence ! You've been warned ! Have fun !⚠️ Rachel is a young and lively girl. At least, that's what she looks like to her friends. She has grown up in an orphanage where the law of the strongest was everything. Isaa...
